huh, I changed my tagline yesterday, and it didn't stick. I wonder if I managed to click away without saving.

What if it's a sign that I picked a bad tagline?

Phew, it stuck that time. The board approves of Hamilton.

I neglected to supply myself with any useful relatives.

Yep. We'll see where the world is in 20 years. Senior communes may yet become a thing. Or Buffista Acres will be a thing and I'll move there.

I am so over today. Work craziness, car with blown out tire still not fixed and won't start now so it's being towed to the dealer, airports are stupid, flights are too close together, and I've had a turkey sandwich, bag of pretzels, bag of peanuts, and two Biscoff cookies today. The evening promises to be better but the cranky is strong right now.

I hope you make it to your better evening without too much more aggravation, Maria. That all sounds pretty aggravating.

I didn't mean to sound whiny, but don't wait to figure out what you would do if something happens that makes it hard to live alone. I need to do something, but first I have to get some work done on the house and get rid of all this stuff. That takes energy, which I'm short of.

The evening promises to be better but the cranky is strong right now.

The restaurant has good drinks. And oysters, which I personally find very soothing, but definitely drinks.

My parents are in their early 79s and Mom is up here helping me to NC and I'll live with her and try to get my life on track. I would say back on track but I don't think it's ever been on track. ..or at least the track I wanted it to be on.

You don't sound whiny, Ginger. That's the reality.

I feel like I need to get my today in some semblance of order before I tackle tomorrow. But I probably shouldn't put it off too long, or it'll be the today I'm not ready for and I'll be kicking myself for all the stuff I could have done but didn't.

In potluck news: I have signed up to bring hot chocolate to the potluck in December, but don't know what to bring to the one next week. Next week is the bigger crowd. Hm.

Uggh, nap helped headache some, but not enough. More drugs...

My mom never wanted to go into any kind of assisted living or nursing home. When she was on home hospice care it became VERY apparent, within the first 24 hours, that I couldn't care for her by myself and we had to move her to a hospice center. It was set up like one of the nursing homes I know she would hate, but it was very clean, didn't smell of piss, had great people, and she got fantastic care right up to the end. I felt (still feel) horrible that I had to do that against her desires. She was on enough pain killers and was out of it that she didn't fight it, except for one night when she insisted I come pick her up. Her biggest complaint? "They are drugging me". Ummm, yes Mom, that is exactly what you asked for when you decided to go on hospice care - no pain which equals lots of drugs.